Iubirea adânc-a Tatălui

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Iubirea-adâncă-a Tatălui,
Nimic nu o măsoară,
Ce-avea mai scump El dărui,
Făcând din noi comoară.
Durere de ne-nchipuit,
Căci Tatăl Și-a-ntors Fața.
Pe Cel ales L-a părăsit,
Iar nouă ne-a dat viața!
La Fiul răstignit privesc,
Păcatu-mi cum Îl frânge.
În rând cu cei ce Îl hulesc,
Și vocea mea-L străpunge.
Pe cruce Eu Te-am țintuit,
Dar când Ți-ai dat suflarea,
Al nopții chin s-a risipit
Și mi-ai adus iertarea!
Cu ce-aș putea să mă mândresc?
Căci daruri n-am, nici fapte.
Cu învierea-I mă fălesc,
Cu salvatoarea-I moarte.
/: O, nu-s de-ajuns spre-a-Ți mulțumi
Nici cânt, nici osanale.
Hristos cu viața Sa plăti,
A mea răscumpărare! :/
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Versiunea Originală

How Deep the Father's Love for Us

How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

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My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that left Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
(REPEAT)

Povestea din Spate (EN)

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Writing this song was an unusual experience for me. I’d already written quite a few songs for worship, but all in a more contemporary worship style, drawing from my own musical background. But I distinctly remember getting this feeling one day that I was going to write a hymn! Now, like most people, I am familiar with hymns – they form part of my church background, and I love the truth contained in many of them. But I don’t go home at the end of a busy day and put on a hymns album! So I don’t think of hymns as where I’m at musically at all!

Nevertheless, I’d been meditating on the cross, and in particular what it cost the Father to give up his beloved Son to a torturous death on a cross. And what was my part in it? Not only was it my sin that put him there, but if I’d lived at that time, it would probably have been me in that crowd, shouting with everyone else ‘crucify him’. It just makes his sacrifice all the more personal, all the more amazing, and all the more humbling.

As I was thinking through this, I just began to sing the melody, and it flowed in the sort of way that makes you think you’ve pinched it from somewhere! So the melody was pretty instant, but the words took quite a bit of time, reworking things, trying to make every line as strong as I could.

After it was finished, I remember playing it to Dave Fellingham a few minutes before a time of worship. I was worried it was perhaps too twee, too predictable. Dave, in his typical demonstrative and over-enthusiastic way, shrugged his shoulders and said, “yeah, it’s good”, and that was that. It was only when I began to use it in worship, and all sorts of people of different ages and backgrounds responded to it so positively, that I thought that it might be a useful resource to the church at large.

Now I’m finding it gets used all over the world, by all sorts of churches; it seems to be as accessible to a traditional church as it is to a house church, and I’m excited by that. But it has perhaps branded me as an old man before my time. It was fed back to me that at a conference a couple who loved the song were surprised to hear I was still alive…

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